บท 916: Troublesome Complex

Amanda spent a long, peaceful while fiddling around with her hair. 

Just when she thought she had finished, Amanda's eyes would then squint back at her work with utter dissatisfaction, and would pull and tug at every braid and knot, unraveling them, before promptly starting all over again. 

"I want you cute, cute as you can possibly get," she said, trying to explain away her sudden obsession. "No true friend of mine is gonna be looking anything less than a hundred out of ten." 

Adalia didn't at all mind in the slightest. Having her hair messed and played with was a gentle cascade of calmness with every stroke. 

"Oh, bringing up a dead topic, but gotta ask," Amanda spoke up. "I've actually been wondering the same thing as our fellow conspirator over there. When you kidnapped me… well, why did you kidnap me?" 

"Sister… took… you…" Adalia said right away, feeling a spontaneous, bashful urge to defend herself. "Not… me…"